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Richard Forest's Midsummer Night.
IV.
Farewell, fair margent of the sea,
Fair city of the noble bay;
I seek my Love who looks for me,
Not far away, not far away,
Over the hill of wood and lea,
And near that other bay adown
The winding valley lone and lown.
Farewell, fair margent of the sea,
Fair city of the noble bay;
I seek my Love who looks for me,
Not far away, not far away,
Over the hill of wood and lea,
And near that other bay adown
The winding valley lone and lown.
The valley with its tethered kine,
The orchard plots and fields of grain,
So tranquil in the broad sunshine,
More tranquil now the high stars reign,
And tranquil most and most divine
When over it comes floating soon
The mystic splendour of the moon.
The orchard plots and fields of grain,
So tranquil in the broad sunshine,
More tranquil now the high stars reign,
And tranquil most and most divine
When over it comes floating soon
The mystic splendour of the moon.
The cottage nestles sheltered well
Among rich apple-trees, embowered
In its side-nook of dimpled dell;
Roses and jasmine starry-flowered
Clothe all its front; the tide's long swell
Sounds up the valley slow and calm,
To ebb away a dying psalm.
Among rich apple-trees, embowered
In its side-nook of dimpled dell;
Roses and jasmine starry-flowered
Clothe all its front; the tide's long swell
Sounds up the valley slow and calm,
To ebb away a dying psalm.
Through clouds of delicate blossom white
The red tiles burn with steadfast glow,
The red tiles burn with steadfast glow,
